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Post by Podjroot on Feb 19, 2008 23:40:15 GMT -5
The youth sulked in, a duffel bag thrown over one shoulder and a chest style trunk being lugged along behind him. With one final heave and a grunt, the extremely over packed carrier was dragged through the door and shoved in the middle of the room. His face contorted into a sinister exaggeration of a squinty eyed hag as he cruelly mimed his mother's words. "You big boy, Ðåáåíîê (Child), but you scrawny. Carry own trunk and get muscle. If you grew up in old country, I'd feed you right and make strong handsome man of you. Now you eat fries and grease burger, so you only tolerable on the eyes."
Giving a disgusted snarl, he continued in his normal tone, "Old wretch and her old country could've at least said a better good bye than "Did you pack your acne cream? And yes I did, Mother. How else would I keep such a silky smooth goth complexion?" Standing in front of the mirror held to a closet door, he ran a finger along his chin to check for that five o'clock shadow before he turned back to look at his trunk. "Now my next question is this: who's the bugger I'll be roomin' with and when's his ass gonna show up so I can figure out if we're gonna be all chummy or not?"
His head shot up, as if someone had addressed him though the room was silent. After making a perturbed face, the boy said aloud, "It's called sarcasm, Domai. I'm perfectly aware of how much I hate the company of my fellow man..." His face held an attentive expression before it twisted into one of disdain and indignation. "You get ~that~ chummy with any of these prep school pricks, and I'll commit suicide. Then you'll be reduced to being some devil's lapdog, and I know how much that truth upsets you." Another pause. "Yes, yes indeed, I've learned a lot from you in the ways of coercion."
His one sided dialogue ended as he flipped open the tabs on his trunk, which promptly exploded an array of garments and belongings about the middle of the room. Removing a vest that had landed on his head, Podjroot examined the mess and looked about for any casualties. Giving it a moment's though, he said to himself, "I rather like it. I'll call it abstract and tell the critics to bite me, which, judging by the OCD cleanliness of his desk, I'd assume he'll try," the blond said as he ran a finger over the finely polished and dusted array of labeled and alphabetized bottles lined up on his unknown room mate's desk.
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Post by Bharune on Feb 20, 2008 1:44:02 GMT -5
Sari Ydranna, Professor for Home Economics and Mystical Creatures, was patrolling the dormitory hall on the second floor to make certain the students were settling in without problems. His classroom was nearby, and occasionally there were issues with students not getting along with roommates...and since Asenath was in the cafeteria he decided to make a quick surveillance of everything occuring. It seemed calm enough. He was walking with Professor Sen Dyakov, but he wasn't feeling particularly talkative that afternoon. It was nothing bad, just...a thoughtful silence.
Sari noticed the door to room 207 was opened, and glanced towards it. I looked like the wardrobe had vomited all over the floor, there were clothes everywhere. This must indicate the arrival of Lucien's roommate. He wondered briefly if the two would be trouble...
"Everything alright?" he asked, moving towards the door of the room. Sari was an elegant, scholarly male, a little serious but kind nontheless. He often had a strong, paternal air of wisdom, despite that he wasn't that old.
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Post by Ces yeux on Feb 20, 2008 1:52:02 GMT -5
Sen fallowed beside Sari, there were ways that Sen stood or walked that determined his mood or perhaps what he was thinking. The gray haired male was not talkative in general, but he didn't mind it. He was especially not talkative today as he walked with his hands behind his back inspecting the rooms as they passed.
The male was tall and slightly muscular like his older brother, and the gray hair couldn't fool anyone, his youth showed in his eyes.
Ahead of them he could see Lucien's door opened, his roommate had arrived and....obviously...decided to destroy the room. Going over to the door he poked his head in and then casually stepped in. "So this is what it looks like...." The professor said as he looked about at the...havoc and also the cleanliness. Oh this was going to be horrible...but very interesting to view none the less.
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Post by Podjroot on Feb 21, 2008 0:21:53 GMT -5
The sound of objects being shuffled and tossed came from the closet as if some ghoulish night terror were tempting the curious into a trap. After a brief silence, the door began to creek open, a shaggy haired fiend backing out. Slowly tiptoeing in reverse, his hands held up in an imploring manner, the young man whispered, "Stay.....staaaaay.....goooood." Like a parent hesitantly taking his eyes off a notoriously mischievous child, the young man lowered his arms and turned to look at his guests. His attention suddenly turned inward as an eruption of voices began to call out instructions in his head.
They look like the kind of guys I wouldn't get along with.
Can I reap their souls after Domai kills them?
Show some manners and say hello.
Say hello? They'll only stick around longer. Tell them to bugger off.
Domai, you incompetent twit. They're probably his professors, and since you got us expelled from his last school, I'd suggest you shut your ignorant malignant trap.
Kelshek, you want them dead as much as I do, being a reaper spirit and all.
All the while, the blond's face contorted into a sinister smile as if verging on insanity. "Yes, everything's fine. It'd be even better if the three of you would JUST SHUT UP!!"
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Post by Bharune on Feb 21, 2008 11:08:55 GMT -5
Sari paused, a look of mild surprise crossing his features at the outburst. The...three of them?
But the expression faded. It wasn't as if anything could really be considered 'strange' in this school, after all. He was already getting to the point of expecting anything. Logic simply had no place here...
He made a mental note to keep an eye on Room 207. Somehow he foresaw trouble...
"Well, you should hurry so you don't miss lunch completely," Sari said, glancing briefly at Sen. "You can get settled in later."
Shaking his head a little, he moved back into the hall.
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Post by Podjroot on Feb 24, 2008 22:49:28 GMT -5
Three spirits, mildly frightened of their host's wrath and its effects upon their well being, held their tongues just long enough for him to calm down. Each one took a turn gazing out through his eyes to see what he was up to then spoke in whispers among each other.
Is he breaking anything?
No.
Does he have a blade or pencil in his hand?
He's tapping on his desk with a pencil.
Bored tap or angry tap?
Angry tap.
Then Logra should talk to him.
Why me?
A couple of reasons, actually. If he stabs himself to shut you up, then I won't feel the pain, and I'll get the added pleasure of hearing you scream. It's difficult for me to sacrifice you for my entertainment, it really is, but I want to see you and everyone else die. It's just my nature.
So selfless of you. Very well, I'll go talk to him.
Logra climbed up through the subconscious until he was standing next to Podjroot's awareness. Without stepping directly into the conscious part of his mind, he instead tested to see if it was safe to break the awkward silence. He spoke to the boy,
They seemed to think you were talking to them.
"My professors?"
Of course.
"I'm not going to lunch."
Why not? Your material body needs sustenance in order to...
"I'm not f**king hungry."
I'm sure Domai would like to eat if you don...
"If that trouble maker comes anywhere near my consciousness, I'll jam this pencil right through the middle of my palm."
So he was keeping it on hand as a weapon, just as everyone feared. Logra, however, had a crafty idea.
Of course. None of us here want you to hurt yourself.
Slipping back inside, he was greeted with another round of questions.
How'd it go? I didn't hear you cry out in pain, the demon spirit inquired.
No, he's plotting vengeance against those pretentious fools for daring to speak to him and his powerful demon overseer.
The fallen knew very well that flattering a demon could give you power over their common sense. He's actually been waiting for you to come by so he can discuss how best to bloody the two of them.
Oh, how he fought to hide the smile curling up on his lips. I tried so hard to convince him not to...
Get out of my way you divine moron. The demon spirit ordered as he climbed his way up out of the subconscious. With a look of triumph on his face, the fallen stepped aside to stand next to the reaper spirit.
The boy's going to cause him pain, isn't he, Kelsheck asked his crafty friend.
Of course. The demon's arrogance needed some stifling.
Just as he spoke those words, an otherworldly Howl erupted from somewhere outside the subconscious followed by the omnipotent voice of the host's thoughts. "Stay in there, you mother f**kers!!!" The reaper spirit said coolly, Domai, would kill you if he could.
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Post by Ces yeux on Mar 5, 2008 13:44:13 GMT -5
Sen raised a bow after the boy had spoke and coughed as he forced back a laugh. A multiple..with anger issues. Very interesting indeed, but to him it seemed that this boy was going to have problems this year.
At his words about lunch Sen shrugged stepping a little down the hall. "You should eat, if you don't want to eat...clean up this mess."
Though it was his dorm, the boys needed to at least keep the mess to a moderation. Sisao would have a fit if he saw the explosion on the floor there.
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Post by Podjroot on Mar 5, 2008 21:59:55 GMT -5
The blond haired boy tilted his head back to look at the guest, his other hand still held in the air with a pencil jabbed between the bones of his palm. The blood trickled down his arm to his elbow and would have dripped onto the floor by now if he hadn't been cleaning it off with some unrecognizeable cloth. No attempt, it seems, had been made to remove the weapon. "I take enough orders from deranged lunatics, thank you. I'll organize the mess on my own time. Right now, there's some martial law to be dolling out, so if you don't mind," Podjroot scowled and quickly gave the pencil a good sharp twist that caused his bones to move in awkward ways, "I'd rather not have the distraction."
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Post by Bharune on Mar 26, 2008 20:03:59 GMT -5
-The sound of a large bell, firm but melodic in its reverberating alarm, echoed throughout the school to signal that fifth period would soon begin.-
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Post by Podjroot on Mar 28, 2008 19:08:19 GMT -5
Heaving a sigh, Podjroot ripped the pencil out of his hand and reached somewhere into the mess for a new scrap to bandage it up with. All the while, he grumbled a variety of threats to keep the possessing spirits away from his conscience, at least for a while. He found a shirt, a bit bleached and it's logo faded, and tore it into pieces to use for wraps. Bandinging the bleeding wound, he pulled the scraps tightly with his free hand and teeth. There was a mess of blood on his desk which he quickly whiped up with the unrecognizable cloth he'd been using to keep his arm clean and tossed the whole thing into the trash.
He dug around in his piles for a minute, looking for the paper with his classes and room numbers. Occasionally he'd mutter an, "I know I wouldn't be having this issue if I'd put my stuff away neatly," or, "Shut up. You'd have probably burnt the dorm down if I let you run around." Finally he dug up the appropriate sheet and examined the schedual.
"Let's see, elemental magic dark/lunar with proffessor Theron," he lowered the paper and stared peevishly at the mirror he was facing. He pointed at his own reflection as if he accused it of something and told it threateningly, "You cause any trouble and I'm gonna have Belzen deal with you." He blinked once and when he opened them again, the blue of his eyes was gone, replaced with a light grey streaked with black. He smirked at his reflection, his brow furrowing with a series of aggressive wrinkles. His voice deepened into something fluid and seductive as he enquired of himself, "What makes you think Belzen would answer your call?" After a moment's pause, his face changed into a more pensive expression, "He does take obscene pleasure in making his underlings miserable. Alright. I'll be as good as an imp. You can't expect much better than that from a demon after all." With that, he scooped up the necessary books and headed out to class.
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Post by Bharune on Jul 11, 2008 19:49:58 GMT -5
Lucien paused in the doorway of his dorm.
What...the hell...had happened here? Clothes were strung all about the room as if someone had dumped the contents of a fashion store in his dorm...
He paused. Was that the scent of blood lingering just faintly enough to tease his dhamphir nose? His crimson eyes flicked to a red-flecked pencil.
.....
Sighing, Lucien closed the door and moved into the room, a flick of his hand sending all the clothes to his roommate's side. He didn't care if his dorm-buddy was a messy slob -- as long as he kept his clutter to his own half of the room. It was already almost time for seventh period...Professor de Winter had detained him for quite awhile, there was no point in attending sixth period now.
Who cared? He wanted to shower, anyway.
As Lucien began to pull off his robes, a cat emerged from under his bed and jumped up on his desk. It was a half-fiend feline with burgandy fur and flesh pulled so tightly over bone that it didn't seem to have ever taken in a scrap of meat. Ebony batwings protruded from its back and small, matching horns were perched above large yellow eyes. It seemed to have been through a lot...skin and muscle parted in some sections on its legs and tail to reveal smooth bone.
"There you are, Seraph," Lucien said, smirking and reaching out to scratch the abomination's chin. "You've been a good girl, haven't you? I'm going to shower; let me know if anyone comes in the room."
He paused as the feline sniffed his hand, not to take in his scent but the scent of Professor de Winter. The more instructors his pet could recognize by smell alone, the better.
"Professor de Winter was an easy one. But I continue to cultivate his interest in me, it'll undoubtedly be beneficial. Full access to even the most forbidden poisons..."
Lucien wanted those recipes. He wanted to learn more poisons than what was permitted to be taught in class.
Scratching her head once more, he moved into the bathroom to shower.
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Post by Ces yeux on Jul 13, 2008 14:44:24 GMT -5
Only moments as Lucien had headed for the bathroom there'd be a light and simple knock on the door. Tap tap tap.
Daevon sighed a little bit as he waited a minute or two and then knocked again. This was Lucien's room, He was supposed to be in class. What was he doing in here? Who's ever class he was supposed to be in would come looking for him soon.
Gently he pushed the door open. "Lucien. Are you in here?"
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Post by Bharune on Jul 14, 2008 14:06:55 GMT -5
The dorm room doors automatically locked to keep other students out, but they always opened for faculty. Either a very good, or a very bad, idea.
Lucien had been halfway in the process undressing himself when he heard Daevon's voice and paused, his robes hanging off his shoulders.
He was in no mood to deal with the man now...
"Someone's coming in the room," Seraph piped lazily from the desk.
"I told you I'd see you tonight," Lucien snapped, moving the rest of the way into the bathroom and closing the door loudly. He would visit Daevon during his free period every day to train and whatnot...
Clearly vexed, he tossed his robes aside and climbed in the shower. He knew what Daevon would say to him, and he didn't want to hear right now.
"Master Lucien's displeased tonight," Seraph remarked off-handedly, her tail twitching as she rested her head on her paws. "Seraph knows not why."
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Post by Ces yeux on Jul 14, 2008 14:26:35 GMT -5
It could be a very good thing for certain teachers, but by the end or near the end of this school year, there were going to be some students who'd absolutely hate the idea.
Stopping in front of the now closed dorm room door, he put his hands in his pockets and kept a very calmed expression. What was bothering Lucien? Usually he expected the male to say something taunting ...but to be this snappy?
It wasn't like him...
"I see..." Daevon remarked, looking to Seraph. "Possibly his run in with Noxietus went wrong?" Yes, the vampire knew about that and right now didn't care. It annoyed him when Lucien did those things, but like Drayden said...he needed to be a little stronger. " I am not leaving until you tell me what is troubling you." He said.
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Post by Bharune on Jul 14, 2008 14:49:58 GMT -5
"He seemed pleased about that," Seraph answered, smiling a little to herself. She liked to stir the pot a bit sometimes, though she played innocent. No one could blame her -- she was part fiend, after all. "I think he enjoyed it."
"You can stay here, then, I don't care," Lucien answered, cleaning himself off in the hot shower. He didn't intend to talk to Daevon about anything, especially since he wasn't even sure what was bothering him. No, his encounter with Professor de Winter had gone exactly as he had planned it...
Thinking about it, he washed his hair, taking his time since he had a few minutes before his next class.
He was just in a foul mood...
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